I Remember - Millions of Dead Cops - Full Length

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I remember getting intimidated and busted at age 13 by the police
 I remember my friend Tate Bryan getting shot in the
 back in Tampa, Florida for his first-offense burglary
 I remember the police firing at the crowds and
 killing children 'cause they were the wrong color
 I remember the narcs from my high
 school trying to set me up for a big fall
 I remember the police bringing dogs
 into our school and sniffing away my rights
 The police is the klan is the mafia
 and they're all the police state and they're out for me,
 and soon they're going to be out to get you,
 so you better get going if you know
 it's good for ya and take your stand
 I remember when I first went to school
 They said don't be a joker, don't be a fool
 Pledge your allegiance to the red, white, and blue
 Don't expect your country to do nothin' for you
 They said your forefathers loved you
 But I only had one
 And I watched him die in the heat of the sun
 Suckin' up the bullets of a policeman's gun
 There was nothin' I could do but stay away
 In the U.S.A. you gotta take your chances
 If you plan on stayin' free
 They say this is the land of the living
 But they're trying to make a dead man out of me
 I remember when I first hit the road
 I was runnin' from the lenders of the money I owed
 Came to Austin, heard a knock at my door
 Crossed another border and I'm runnin' some more
 They say they're gonna get me but it ain't happened yet
 Burnin' my fingers on my last cigarette
 It's time to remember, it's time to forget
 Nothin' I could do but get away
 In the U.S.A. you gotta take your chances
 If you plan on stayin' free
 They call this the land of the living
 But they're trying to make a dead man out of me
 I remember all the stories I heard
 How a man's supposed to be about as free as a bird
 My brother's in prison, my father's dead
 Me, I'm tired of living with a price on my head
 I wonder if there's a place to be
 In the whole wide country for a fella like me
 Name's in the paper, face on T.V
 Nothin' I can do but get away
 In the U.S.A. you gotta take your chances
 If you plan on stayin' free
 They call this the land of the living
 But they're trying to make a dead man out of me
 In the U.S.A. you gotta take your chances
 If you plan on stayin' free
 They call this the land of the living
 But they're trying to make a dead man out of me
 

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Duration
01:59
Key
9
Tempo
82 BPM

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